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by Pernille   Oct 22, 2006


A flaming desire fills up a beating heart
Leaves the roses black at the end of springtime
Following the light of enchanted music
That makes sunshine grow weak
And moonlight be gone

A shooting star in the blood red sky takes away
All pain, all hunger, all beauty, all hope, all life
Leaves us all as numb as the other
With only empty thoughts to think
Unknown to human mortality

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